I'm from diamond rings
from gold, silver, and almost any shiny thing.
I am from the tiara at the top of my head.
(silver sparkles drift to the floor softly)
I am from the Moneytree that grew in my head
My imagination grows and grows but runs wildly in creativity
I am from the lily in the garden
alone and beautiful itself
I am from chocolate chips and sweet candy
The chocolate that fell on the floor
The 5 second rule that stopped us or we continued
I am the one who was born first
The rest was born after and then we all became one
one big family tree.
Thank you for reading my poem!!!
Please read IslandIsabella's poem. islandisabella
Riches or Rags (Where I'm from) Poem
By: Jadalan Lopez
I'm from diamond rings
from gold, silver, and almost any shiny thing.
I am from the tiara at the top of my head.
(silver sparkles drift to the floor softly)
I am from the Moneytree that grew in my head
My imagination grows and grows but runs wildly in creativity
I am from the lily in the garden
alone and beautiful itself
I am from chocolate chips and sweet candy
The chocolate that fell on the floor
The 5 second rule that stopped us or we continued
I am the one who was born first
The rest was born after and then we all became one
one big family tree.
Thank you for reading my poem!!!
Please read IslandIsabella's poem. islandisabella